âŞ He's Orange, he has a lot of friends âŞ
âŞ They live together on a fruit stand âŞ
âŞ They have adventures all across the land âŞ
âŞ And even play in a rock and roll band âŞ
âŞ He's Orange, Annoying Orange âŞ
(laughing)
âŞ âŞ
(horns honking)
Wow, what an amazing movie!
George Fructose is a genius.
Ha! It's even better the tenth time.
The 3-D was so good,
you could almost overlook the gaping story problems,
underdeveloped characters, simplistic dialogue,
and overuse of computer effects.
So... you didn't like it?
No! I loved it!
That's my kind of movie.
- Yay! - Uh-oh.
Rotten veggies!
We ain't rotten.
We're the Squashies,
a benevolent community service group
out to protect the neighborhood.
And you can't walk here!
No, duh, squash-for-brains. We don't have feet!
(laughs)
That's not what I meant.
It's more of a shuffling thing we do with our bodies.
Like... shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle,
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuf-shuf-shuffle!
Orange!
Don't antagonize them. They're dangerous.
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle,
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
We're not dangerous.
We're chockfull of vitamins and nutri... nutrimeme...
Uh, help me out here, boys.
Uh, nudiberries?
How... how's about noodles?
Look, we're good for you, okay?
Quit shuffling.
I don't shuffle; I bounce!
Whee!
Sometimes I roll.
Rolly... rolly... rolly.
(laughs)
Cut it out!
There's no rolling or bouncing on Squashies turf.
Squashies turf?
This is the produce section. You don't own it.
Oh, no?
That sign says we do.
ORANGE: Oh, yeah?
Well, this sign says you're a doofus.
- Dude. - ORANGE: Ow!
Whoa, matching tattoos?
Guys, this "besties for life" thing is getting out of hand.
Besties for what?
These aren't tattoos. They're shiners.
We got jumped by the Squashies.
Oh, my gosh, you could have been killed by those bullies.
We held our own.
- We were super tough. - No, we weren't.
Marshmallow went psycho on 'em, and we ran away.
I hope Marshmallow's okay.
Eh, from what we saw?
I'd worry more about the Squashies.
Ugh! Those Squashies act like
they own the whole produce section.
Uh... they kind of do.
Ah! And you're kind of an apple.
Back in my day, a band of tough rutabagas
called the Rootie-Tooties tried to muscle into the fruit farm.
But we citrus banded together and fought back!
Yeah? What happened?
Got our rinds juiced. Literally!
I only survived on account of my budding romance
with the gang leader's sister, Maria.
Now, there was a girl!
Sometimes, when I think about her,
I feel like breaking out into song.
âŞ Ah... âŞ
(snoring)
Hey! We should fight back!
You mean... form a gang?
A gang? Never.
We'll form a neighborhood watch!
Ooh, that's a great idea.
Yeah, that's what I said.
And we could wear these really cool
Neighborhood Watch vests.
APPLE: L.O.F.? What's L.O.F.?
Lords of Fruitbush.
The whole name wouldn't fit on the vest.
Well, I don't know...
these look like vests for hoods.
Yeah! "Hoods" as in "neighborhoods."
As in, "neighborhood watch?"
When people see us in these,
they'll know not to mess with our turf.
Right! Just like... Wait.
Actually, that is what neighborhood watches do.
Let's show these knuckleheads
how tough the Lords of Fruitbush are. Now!
What are you weirdoes doing?
Pout off! Keep pouting, guys!
Ow, pouting hurts my face.
There's no pout-offs during a truce.
- A truce? What truce? - (cracking sound)
Oh, no!
I think I broke my face.
There's a truce on account
of Sweet Cookie called a council meeting
of all the community-based neighborhood watch groups.
Serious, guys.
I can't unfrown!
Sweet Cookie?
You mean the leader of the Grocery Sweets?
They're the biggest, baddest g... uh...
neighborhood watch.. in the store.
What's the meeting for?
Don't know.
But if Sweet Cookie called it, you just go.
It's in the baked goods section.
Nice vests, by the way.
"L.O.F.s."
(chuckles)
That's "Lords of Fruitbush."
The whole name didn't fit.
You guys want to check out the meeting?
Not if you're going to be a sourpuss about it.
My face is stuck!
(Orange laughs)
We should go. Maybe we can find out what happened to Marshmallow.
I hate being an apple about this,
but the baked goods section is all the way across the market.
Apple! I don't remember giving you a vest.
I fought Coconut to the death for it.
Whoa! Fair enough.
He's right! If anything bad goes down,
we'll be a long way from our turf.
Oh, I just meant I didn't want to shuffle all the way.
We're not gonna shuffle. We're gonna take the subway!
Pear. What do you know about Sweet Cookie?
He's magic!
Whoa!
I had no idea there were this many
concerned citizens' groups in the market.
Can you taste it?!
Foodstuffs!
Do you like soufflé?
I say, the future is ours...
if you enjoy soufflé.
Can... you... taste it?!
All right!
Wrecked!
Yeah!
We got neighborhood watch committees
from every aisle here tonight.
The Eggy-Weggs...
the Chunky Cheeses...
the Freez-a-ther...
the Fizzy...
the Clowny...
100 individual groups.
But imagine, if we came together
to form one humongous concerned citizen's committee!
A superfood soufflé!
We'd be unstoppable!
We could run this store!
Whoo-hoo!
- Huh? Run the store? - I don't want to do that.
That involves accounting and stocking shelves.
Let's get out of here before they make us sign up for committees!
Well, imagine no more.
Tonight's the night when foodstuffs unite!
Can... you... taste it?!
Yes!
This coalition is bogus.
I ain't gonna follow no trans-fat cookie.
Can... you... taste it?
(gurgling)
Somebody iced Sweet Cookie!
(screaming)
(sirens wail)
There they are!
The guys who iced Sweet Cookie!
No! We didn't do it!
He did!
Who asked you?
The L.O.F.s did it!
What's a L.O.F.?
Lords of Fruitbush!
It didn't fit on the vest.
- Aw, crud. - Get 'em!
Shuffle swiftly!
Well, I wanted to wear the vest.
Okay. Let's do this.
No way!
We don't lower ourselves by fighting apples.
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle!
Ow! Shoot!
Ow! That hurt!
Gosh!
Whoa!
Whoa...!
Watch out there!
We lost Apple!
No, you didn't!
Whoa! Apple, you were surrounded back there.
Yeah, I was.
Guess I'm a lot tougher than...
I should've stayed home.
Those Squashies ruined our rep!
Whoa, Pear!
- Don't look so glum. - I'm not!
My face is still stuck!
(laughs)
Every neighborhood watch in the market
is gonna be out for our juice now!
What's the quickest route back to the fruit cart?
Deli Street.
You mean... the meat section?
Gulp.
Nobody ices Sweet Cookie
and gets away with it!
Look at my smock! It's ruined!
Those Lords of Fruitbush will pay for this.
ALL: Yes, sir!
The coast is clear, guys.
It's a long shuffle from here to the fruit cart.
Let's roll. It's faster.
Hey!
Some of us aren't round!
(rumbling)
Goin' somewhere, L.O.F.s?
The Fizzies!
Say that with a smile!
I can't.
You got the market all shook up.
(laughing)
(tops popping, soda fizzing)
No! Ugh, it's sticky.
(laughing)
(yelling)
Hey, no fair!
This ain't over.
Thanks, guys.
Yeah, I know you only helped
'cause I was with Pear,
but it's still cool of you.
We're Lords of Fruitbush.
We stick together and shuffle as one,
even you, Apple, as much as it pains me.
Uh-oh.
We're surrounded on all sides!
Uh, yeah, that's the meaning of "surrounded."
You know, you really are an apple.
This is no time to turn on one another.
L.O.F.s, yoo-hoo.
L.O.F.s...
ALL: L.O.F.s...
Hey, L.O.F.s!
Lords of... ah, forget it.
You probably can't tell,
but, uh, I'm frowning for real right now.
Yeah, me, too.
Food fight!
Clownies, defend!
Sir, yes, sir!
Marshmallow? Is that you?
Yay, it's me!
I rallied my boys, yo.
We know you guys are innocent.
Plus, the Marshmallow Clownies enjoy the thrill of battle.
(battle cry)
(fighters grunting, groaning)
(cheering)
Marshmallow Clownies, you're defending the L.O.F.s?
That's what neighborhood watches are for:
to protect the innocent...
(squirting sound)
and to put bad guys in prison! Yay!
Why'd you do it?
Why'd you ice Sweet Cookie?
I don't know.
Guess I just don't care for sweets.
Let's go! Me and you, one on one.
(police siren wailing)
(laughing)
Ah, you're crazy! Take us to prison!
(clown horn honking)
(police siren wailing, tires screeching)
(all laughing)
(glass breaking)
(laughing)
My face! It's unbroken!
Sorry about the mix-up.
You Lords of Fruitbush are all right.
Thanks, Sweet Cookie!
Wow, Pear, I guess you're really happy
that things turned out okay.
Well, that, and my face is stuck this way now.
(all laughing)
Look at that. Look at him...
Why am I laughing?
PASSION FRUIT: Oh, Pear!
(rock music playing)
âŞ Over there on aisle seven âŞ
âŞ There is something by the hamburger buns âŞ
âŞ There's an orange living on a fruit cart âŞ
âŞ And he's always down for fun âŞ
âŞ Ooh... he's annoying âŞ
âŞ Ah, ooh... âŞ